poetry

e.e. cummings selection

This poet is a true pioneer. He introduced the world to free verse, and images that loosely fit into the poem. His poetry is powerful, and the words are unusual. He won’t always make sense, but none the less you’ll come away from it understanding. He is also the poet who introduced me to non-sentimental love poetry. It is possible to write something with tender images, that stays clean and sharp. Poetry has a large emotional aspect to it, and its dangerous if you allow yourself to become overwhelmed.

 

Anyway enough from my side…over to the master. I’ve added asterisks in between the poem, since e.e. cummings did not title he poems. So in fear of the three poems below looking like one poem, I’ve thrown in some clarity.

 

 

 

i am a little church(no great cathedral)
far from the splendor and squalor of hurrying cities
-i do not worry if briefer days grow briefest,
i am not sorry when sun and rain make april

my life is the life of the reaper and the sower;
my prayers are prayers of earth’s own clumsily striving
(finding and losing and laughing and crying)children
whose any sadness or joy is my grief or my gladness

around me surges a miracle of unceasing
birth and glory and death and resurrection:
over my sleeping self float flaming symbols
of hope,and i wake to a perfect patience of mountains

i am a little church(far from the frantic
world with its rapture and anguish)at peace with nature
-i do not worry if longer nights grow longest;
i am not sorry when silence becomes singing

winter by spring,i lift my diminutive spire to
merciful Him Whose only now is forever:
standing erect in the deathless truth of His presence
(welcoming humbly His light and proudly His darkness)

*        *        *

 

 

in time of daffodils(who know
the goal of living is to grow)
forgetting why,remember how

in time of lilacs who proclaim
the aim of waking is to dream,
remember so(forgetting seem)

in time of roses(who amaze
our now and here with paradise)
forgetting if,remember yes

in time of all sweet things beyond
whatever mind may comprehend,
remember seek(forgetting find)

and in a mystery to be
(when time from time shall set us free)
forgetting me,remember me

*        *        *

 

 

may i feel said he
(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she
  
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
  
(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)
  
may i stay said he
(which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
  
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she
  
but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
  
(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
  
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)

*        *        *

 

 

 

May the Muse be with you…

 

 

PhilosopherPoet

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